Pushing the door in, I saw Wu Zidao in the middle of the courtyard, who was bowing his head and painting at the moment.

has a special identity, and Wu Zidao has been studying in Lushan Academy for a long time, especially in recent decades, he has been helping Tao Shiheng deal with things, so he arranged a good separate place for him.

Now, if Tao Shiheng is not in Lushan Academy, as long as it is not too serious, he can almost replace the dean. It can be said that if it weren't for the fact that the people of Lumen Mountain were too famous, I am afraid that some people would forget his identity as the first disciple of Lumen Mountain and directly think that he was a disciple of Tao Shiheng.

Nowadays, there has always been a rumor in the area of Lushan City, saying that Tao Shiheng wants to train Wu Zidao as his successor, waiting for him to take over Lushan Academy in the future.

The courtyard is not very big, but the surrounding walls are quite high, and some formation prohibitions make it difficult for people outside to peek inside. The layout of the yard is also very simple, with stone paving in the middle and grass in the rest. Wu Zidao's living habits are very simple, but Chen Weiming knows that it is not simple.

It is not difficult to see from the arrangement of the prohibitions around this that Wu Zidao is definitely a master in the formation.

Wu Zidao has a well-known hobby, which is painting. Whenever he paints, he will be extremely focused, as if at this moment, even if Chen Weiming pushes the door in, he does not react at all, as if he does not notice.

Chen Weiming didn't mean to interrupt him, closed the door with his backhand, and stood aside and watched quietly.

Holding the pen and looking at the white paper, Wu Zidao put one hand behind his back, the other hand hanging high, motionless, and did not put down the pen for a long time.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, seeing that Wu Zidao didn't seem to have the intention of writing, Chen Weiming was about to step forward to speak, but saw that the other party suddenly moved.

The moment the tip of the pen fell on the white paper, the rhythm of the entire courtyard suddenly changed, Chen Weiming's pupils shrank, and this man who seemed not much older than himself actually had a mysterious and mysterious rhyme.

It seems that what is standing in front of him is no longer a person, but a rhythm of the Tao, and the pen stroke of the hand has turned into a groundbreaking artifact. The brush strokes are not just scratching some traces, but more like carving a world.

So strong, so deep...... Chen Weiming was shocked, Wu Zidao's breath and feeling at this moment made him tremble inexplicably. Vaguely, it actually made him feel a natural rhyme, unfathomable.

What kind of supernatural power is this...... For a moment, he immediately closed his eyes and urged the eyes to break through delusion and preserve truth.

Through the world of energy and Dao patterns, something that surprised Chen Weiming even more appeared. There is no energy, no dao patterns, Wu Zidao at this moment is not using any magical powers, but ordinary painting.

This is even more terrible than seeing some weird road pattern, as if it is a certain realm in the legend: back to basics.

This has nothing to do with strength, but a state of mind, an artistic conception that has been created with a long-term lifestyle. And this is exactly what Chen Weiming can't learn and imitate, just like the Qinglian Sword Song, what power is when he learns it, it will always be what power it is.

And this kind of activity in front of him is more difficult than Qinglian Sword Song, because there is no energy at all to move around and the operation of the Dao pattern, which is an ability that is impossible to imitate.

Chen Weiming didn't move, and even held his breath, stopped his heartbeat, and just watched motionlessly. Wu Zidao's pen is fast, such as swimming dragons and flying phoenixes, winding thousands of miles, and then hugging Yuan Shouyi and returning to the same place. The whole process is smooth and smooth in one go.

Once upon a time, I heard some folk tales that some painters would linger in the landscape for several years or even more than ten years in order to paint. I have all the plants, trees, rocks, and even the changes of the seasons in mind. When I started writing, it was like a silver bottle cracking, and the stone was shattered. A huge painting, but it can be done in one go.

The so-called self-confidence is like this, with a few years or even more than ten years of experience to complete the bloom in an instant. And Wu Zidao in front of him did it, he imprinted what he wanted to paint in his heart, and at the moment he was just slowly releasing it.

It took only a few moments, and it was finally completed. When the pen was lifted and put aside, Wu Zidao stared motionless, as if he wanted to see something. Chen Weiming stepped forward and found that the painting was a picture of the sunrise shining on the mountains and rivers in the east.

The sun rises in the east, spraying clouds and fog, a mountain, a stone, a grass and a tree, lifelike.

Chen Weiming was about to applaud and admire, but saw Wu Zidao painting a scroll, holding it in his hand, crumpling it into a ball, and blasting it into pieces with his true qi, still on the side.

"Senior Brother Wu, are you ......?"

How can such a result not be surprising. In Chen Weiming's view, this painting embodies the subtle Taoist rhyme just now, not to mention that it is extremely precious to ordinary people, even for monks.

There is no such thing as artistic conception mentality, which has no direct attack power and defensive power, but for cultivators, it has great benefits. If you can comprehend the kind of mysterious Dao rhyme that Wu Zidao has just now, it will definitely be of great help to anyone.

"Hey!" Wu Zidao sighed: "It's still not enough!"

"How is it not enough!" Chen Weiming couldn't help but retort: "As far as Senior Brother Wu, the value of your painting just now is difficult to calculate, I believe that there is absolutely no second person in the world who can paint to such a level as you." ”

"If others can't do it, what does it have to do with me!" Wu Zidao sighed again: "If I can't draw what I think in my heart, I will fail." ”

It is a powerful self-confidence that ignores others as opponents. As far as painting is concerned, there is a sense of loneliness in the master, who does not care about others, but only wants to constantly surpass himself.

Sighing in his heart, Chen Weiming asked again: "Then Senior Brother Wu, what do you want to draw?"

The painting just now was extremely precious, but it didn't meet the other party's requirements, and he really couldn't imagine what the other party was going to paint.

"It's not done, I'm embarrassed to say it!" Wu Zidao exhaled, then shook his head and smiled: "The time is not ripe yet, when I do it, I will come and talk to you again." ”

Keep improving, Chen Weiming couldn't help but be in awe. At this moment, he has no doubt about the rumors outside, in terms of mentality, he can do it to such an extent, it is impossible to be weak.

"By the way!" Wu Zidao asked, "Did you come to me for something?"

It seems that the other party doesn't want to continue talking about it...... Chen Weiming also understood this, and immediately said: "I came to Senior Brother Wu today for two things. First, I want a refining furnace and don't know how to get it. ”

"This matter is not difficult, since you are helping in the Refining Hall, you should have some of their benefits!" Wu Zidao said: "I will have someone send a refining furnace to your residence later, but it will not be very precious." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, just have it!" Chen Weiming nodded hurriedly and continued: "There is one more thing...... This is...... Nuwa ......"

The last two words came out in surprise, and his eyes widened as he looked at the big house behind Wu Zidao.

There was a woman standing at the door of the house, who looked like a half-human, half-snake. (To be continued.) )